Page 102 of Outlaws of Tulsa

I grip her fleshy ass and squeeze. “I’m going to come deep inside of you, PG. By next Thanksgiving you’ll have two of my babies.”

“Mmm…”

I thrust my hips up, loving the moans coming from her throat. I can hear a commotion just outside the garage. When I glance over, Bermuda and Gibson are attempting to look casual as they toss a football back and forth. Dragon and Katana blatantly watch my wife fuck me.

“You got yourself an audience, bad girl,” I murmur, nipping at her earlobe.

“They should look the other way.”

“Should. They’re bikers, for fuck’s sake. Not one of them is going to look away from this porn show you’re putting on.”

“Better remind them who I belong to then,” she taunts. “Can’t have them getting any ideas.”

I smack her ass hard before flipping her onto the couch on her back. She screams as I fuck her like it might be our last. Everything around me disappears as I devour her pretty mouth and work pretty fucking hard at putting a baby in her sexy ass. Eventually she comes with a loud moan that has my dick flooding its release inside her. The moment my dick stops throbbing, those fuckers cheer for us.

“Assholes.”

“Your assholes,” she reminds me.

I kiss her plump lips and stare into her dark eyes that no longer look haunted. “Are you happy?”

She nods. “I am. You?”

“Better fucking believe it.”

“Do you love me, Prez?”

I roll my eyes. Girl is always fishing for praise. Lucky for her, I like giving it.

“Yeah, I love you, Koynakov.”

Her silly grin is my undoing. “Say it again.”

“I love you, Mrs. Koynakov. My sexy little pageant girl. The dirtiest wife in all of Green Country. A bad girl with a good heart.”

“Love you too, Daddy.”

I dick her again for good measure—fast and hard and claiming. This time, I tell those assholes to get lost.

The End

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